Antony: Oh, uhm... *He looks at Chloe for help.* Velal's Shuttle Velal: Don't we have a ship a little more... Inspiration? Something that will cater to the Press?
*Jean tries to slide the waiter a few credits for a class of wine, and gets turned down abruptly. Antony gets a glass of water.* Velal's Shuttle Velal:... Hmm, didn't the Republic start making rounds? We could hold it on that instead. Or any other ship, really...
*Kuntel smiles at Krystal.* Kuntel: It was just a little problem. Won't happen again. I swear. *He squeezes her hand and tries to pull her into a hug.*
Kuntel: I, I did? *He looks over at Ezri, then smiles apologetically.* Kuntel: I'm sorry dear... go on with your boyfriend. I'm fine, and you don't need to delay at all for me.
Jean: CLARA! *He holds his foot, and Antony snickers.* Antony: Ahh... I think you two are my new favorite couple. *The waiter walks over fo their drink orders.* Velal's Shuttle Velal: I think she also said something about holding the Senate on the Resolute...
*Antony tries to do so.* Jean: See? Your humor scares people, Belle. *He smiles jokingly at her.* Velal's Shuttle Velal: Preferably live senators. Bodies will do nicely as well, seeming as we have to have something to send back home...
Jean, quietly: Took the words right out of my mouth... *He's holding his foot. Antony is red as a beat.* Antony: I-I-I-I-I d-don't thi-ink so... *He kinda slouches, trying to make a smaller target. Like he's trying to disappear.* Velal's Shuttle Velal: Well, Sam is on the S.S. Tora Zhiyal, and I'm now her Vice President.…
OOC: Wish I had a physical Rihannsu dictionary. I'm using an English-Rihannsu website... Jean: Honey, her name is Chloe. She's you sister, remember? *He smiles at Antony.* Antony: I'm Antony... *He sits next to Chloe.*
Velal: Thank you. *He lays a hand on her shoulder as he takes the box.* Velal: Rhanne usae alhu nnearh ehlu. *He turns and the shuttle leaves.* OOC: "I am sorry for your loss". Almost. I had to use some liberties due to my dictionary not having certain words.
Jean: Well, it's never come. Seeming as we've been on a colony most of the time, without my PADD, and under constant threat from the Hand. *He pulls out a chair for Clara, and Antony pulls out a chair for Chloe.*